Bitter
Your words hang like an awkward silence and they fill the room and eat me up and tear me inside
And I'm sitting here missing you smoking a cigarette like an uncomfortable cliche
These words are eating me alive and I'm not sure you even know it but this bitterness on my
tongue is staining everything I bite into
But your absence left me longing
Just like your fingertips that burned your name into my back and left me scarred with your marks
The words 'I miss you' shouldn't be trying to burst through my lips like a long forgotten language
Because this is self induced
But I am well known for being self destructive
Right now I am disgusted with myself while his fingertips trace where your mark is
And I wonder where you are
And if she's touching you
And if my fingertips left a scar at all
I miss your hair that i imagined would fall into my face and brush against my nose like silky strands of nightshade
Poisoning me and making me addicted to this sickness
And the words are threatening to spill out into the porcelain bowl but they can't quite escape
I'm watching the phone and waiting for you to call
Waiting for you to fight, waiting for any sign at all that I left a lasting imprint on your existence
You told me I was what got you through the day
Well where are you now when i need you to need me?
And I'm sitting here missing you smoking a cigarette like an uncomfortable cliche
These words are eating me alive and I'm not sure you even know it but this bitterness on my
tongue is staining everything I bite into
But your absence left me longing
Just like your fingertips that burned your name into my back and left me scarred with your marks
The words 'I miss you' shouldn't be trying to burst through my lips like a long forgotten language
Because this is self induced
But I am well known for being self destructive
Right now I am disgusted with myself while his fingertips trace where your mark is
And I wonder where you are
And if she's touching you
And if my fingertips left a scar at all
I miss your hair that i imagined would fall into my face and brush against my nose like silky strands of nightshade
Poisoning me and making me addicted to this sickness
And the words are threatening to spill out into the porcelain bowl but they can't quite escape
I'm watching the phone and waiting for you to call
Waiting for you to fight, waiting for any sign at all that I left a lasting imprint on your existence
You told me I was what got you through the day
Well where are you now when i need you to need me?
♠ ♠ ♠
This is meant to be performed at a slam-poetry. Not sure how it works on paper. I dont know.